Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.